Another expedition to the estate of the mountain king showed that we are continuously wearing down their forces, this time the defences were not so dangerous and we ventured forward until a guard room or sorts was discovered, a number of hairies and robed cultists inside.
Again, our trusty thief belched forth a flame that set most of the occupants afire, the door burst open and our warrior charged through the flames to block any exit, our flaxen haired elf brought forth his disgustingly awful arcane words to blind one of the guards, but our numbers convinced those who survived the fire to lay down their arms.
A brief interrogation was most cooperative, and we ventured on to discover some cells and free a lone thief who agreed to join us. The four prisoners I hope to return to the keep and recruit them into my army, unfortunately none of the remaining could tell me of the cultists and their origin, other than they had reinforced their number and we should encounter them again.
No knowledge was forthcoming about my cursed mace, although I must admit nights are awkward but becoming more comfortable having my hand grasp it whilst sleeping.